I'm getting used to you.
I'm falling in love with every gestures of you.
I am learning your mood changes.
The truth is that I'm getting used to you.
To everything.
Your mornings.
Your warnings.
Your words.
Your silence.
The colors in the tone of you voice when you're singing to me.
That you sing to me.
That you smile to me.
And how dangerous it feels to get so far and not wanting to stop.
I feel panic whit this rampant love.
Beautifully pure feelings.
How dangerous it is to get used to someone.
And it is inevitable to think that you can hurt me.
When it's just me. Damaging me with those thoughts.